Waking up yesterday, I had very little motivation to train. As I was dragging myself around after breakfast, I just felt lazy and a little sleep deprived. It's understandable, I have been going hard for 5 weeks now and the weekend often just reminds me of my lazy possibilities. But there I was anyhow, begrudgingly putting my on shoes.
Then I thought to myself: if I was at home on a Monday morning, I would be going to some job. Some piece of retail toxic waste that would be far easier but far more soul destroying.
I practically ran downstairs, grateful for where I am.
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